Mo Qing is dressed in white training clothes, which accentuates his tall and straight figure. After this period of devil training, he has grown a lot taller. He no longer looks like a twelve-year-old boy, but more like a fourteen-year-old boy.
The taste of a five-year-old youth.
Under everyone's gaze, Mo Qing slowly walked to Mo Xuan and saluted, "Grandpa, I'm here."
Mo Xuan nodded slightly: "Just come and let me introduce you. This is Yang Zhihuan, the head of the Yang family. You should call me Grandpa Yang."
"Hello, Grandpa Yang."
Mo Qing nodded lightly and saluted, but he was thinking in his heart. The Mo family and the Yang family seemed to have some differences. What were they doing here today?
Yang Zhihuan looked Mo Qing up and down for a while, nodded slightly, and then said to Mo Xuan: "Brother Mo, is this your grandson Mo Qing?"
"Exactly."
"Well, he still looks like a talented person. Although he is a little younger, he has a very calm demeanor. Not bad, but I don't know how to do it. It seems like he is more than just a trainee boxer, right?"
"In the first two months of the family test, Mo Qing was just a trainee boxer, and he was in the early stages of being a trainee boxer. But at that time, he was playful and not enterprising. He has become more focused during this time, and he should have made some progress."
"Oh! More than two months ago, it was still the early stage of training as a boxer, so what about now? Has it reached the middle stage of the first level?"
Yang Zhihuan asked softly, with a hint of ridicule in his tone.
Yangliu Feng behind him raised his chin slightly and looked at Mo Qing with contempt.
This little brat is actually the champion of the Mo family. There is no one left in the Mo family!
Yang Dai'er didn't express anything. She stared at Mo Qing with her big eyes without blinking. She didn't know what to think about this young man who had won the family championship like herself.
Mo Xuan looked at Mo Qing: "Mo Qing, this time you enter the gravity room to practice. No one knows the specific effect yet. Tomorrow is the day for admissions in major colleges. Today, in front of everyone in the family, you go and test it.
Let everyone see your progress. After all, you are also the test champion of the family, so that everyone can have a good idea, and then we can analyze it and see which academy is best for you to enter."
"yes."
Mo Qing raised his head and glanced at Yang Liufeng behind Yang Zhihuan, and also at the beautiful Yang Daier. He always felt that something was wrong. Why did he seem to be taken seriously?
When he first won the championship, his family didn't necessarily value him so much. Today, the people in the Yang family have changed.
With a little doubt in his heart, Mo Qing came to the front of the boxing strength testing machine.
Mo Qing knew that this test was of great importance, because there were not only people from the Mo family here, but also people from the Yang family, the enemy of the Mo family.
Although the two family heads are sitting together, the Yang family and the Mo family have been fighting openly and secretly. There seems to be some story in it, but Mo Qing, the third generation, cannot participate in it.
What he has to do now is to bring glory to his family in front of his grandfather.
He was just a trainee boxer before. Even if his test score this time is not high, no one will say anything. Every level is progress, and it can't be lower than a trainee boxer.
Moreover, Mo Qing had tested it once in his room before, and he felt confident.
Shaking his wrist, Mo Renxiong turned on the machine.
"ha!"
Mo Qing's strikes were like lightning! Continuous heavy punches hit the tester!
"Boom boom boom boom!"
The test machine is vibrating slightly.
The people here are all experts. After watching too many tests, they can see almost the same thing even without looking at the screen. As soon as Mo Qing made a move, the people of the Yang family were better, but the people of the Mo family were shocked.
Mo Qing punched out both fists very fast, and it was hard to see the specific punches clearly, and the vibration of the punch strength testing machine also showed that the power of this punch was not small.
To be able to make the boxing strength test machine vibrate, you need at least a level three boxer!
Could it be said that Mo Qing has risen from a trainee boxer to a third-level boxer in just two months?
Ten seconds are up!
The test machine stopped, the numbers on the big screen stopped jumping, and Mo Qing retracted his fists, his face unchanged and he was not out of breath, showing a good training effect.
Mo Renxiong glanced at the screen and quickly made a report.
"Mo Qing, averages 5.5 punches per second! The strength of each punch is 553 kilograms, a mid-level fourth-level boxer!"
As soon as this result came out, the people around him were amazed!
It’s not hypocrisy, it’s an exclamation from the heart!
Mo Qing, who was not worth mentioning some time ago, actually reached the top level among the three generations of his family in more than two months! He has become a fourth-level boxer!
This is not an illusion! This is all fact. The numbers on the big screen remind people that this is all real.
Mo Lan couldn't believe her eyes. You must know that she has never delayed her training in these years, and now she is only in the early stage of level five. Unexpectedly, Mo Qing has only been training for a few months and has reached the middle stage of level four. She is almost there.
Caught up with her.
But Mo Lan is happy for Mo Qing. She is one of the few people in the Mo family who really cares about Mo Qing.
On the contrary, Mo Xian, Mo Feng and others looked unhappy.
Mo Qing's progress surprised them. Even they, who were called geniuses, had to admit that Mo Qing was indeed a genius. Once he exerted his strength, his stamina was astonishing.
Mo Xuan was also quite excited: "Not bad! Not bad! Xiao Qing, you surprised everyone today. Being able to make such great progress in a short period of time is not only due to talent, but also to your own efforts.
They are inseparable."
Yang Zhihuan was also a little surprised: "That's right! Brother Mo, are you sure he was just a trainee boxer more than two months ago?"
"It's absolutely true, everyone in our family has seen this with our own eyes."
Yang Zhihuan nodded, looked back at Yang Dai'er, and asked softly: "Dai'er, what do you think of this Mo Qing?"
Yang Dai'er opened her mouth, not knowing how to evaluate it, and hesitated for a moment before saying: "If it is true, his progress is indeed amazing, but I don't know if he has made any achievements in other aspects. If it is just about boxing power and speed,
If it rises and neglects other practices, the foundation will be somewhat unstable."
"Well, that's a good point."
At this time, Yang Zhihuan turned back to Mo Xuan and said, "Brother Mo, does your grandson only practice boxing? Do you have any other special skills?"
"It's okay. He realized the spiral power on his own. You can look at the target behind it. It should be damaged."
Mo Renxiong had already picked up the target that Mo Qing had hit just now. As expected, the target behind it was in a mess, and the inside had been destroyed by Mo Qing's spiral power.
"Oh! Yes, there are very few people who can understand the Spiral Power. It is a very destructive move and is very suitable for actual combat. By the way, if you can understand it, you must also be able to apply it in actual combat. I just don't know it.
How is your actual combat ability?"
"Practical combat is not bad. My grandson is good at actual combat, otherwise he wouldn't be able to win the championship in the abandoned valley."
Mo Xuan, who was suitable, spared no effort to brag on Mo Qing's behalf. Although he didn't know how Mo Qing performed in the abandoned valley, after all, he couldn't lose face in front of outsiders.
"Really? Grandpa, my grandson is willing to compete with this little brother Mo Qing."
At this time, behind Yang Zhihuan, Yang Liufeng, a late-level eighth-level boxer, suddenly stood up and asked for a fight.
People's surprised eyes fell on Yang Liufeng, wondering if it would be embarrassing for an eighth-level boxer to take the initiative to challenge a fourth-level boxer.
However, Yang Liufeng was not afraid of the eyes of the people around him at all, and continued: "Don't worry, I control the intensity very well. I only use the speed and intensity of a fourth-level boxer to fight with this little brother. It's just a sparring match. I won't stop until I hit it."
What will really hurt him is just to test his actual combat ability."
Everyone's eyes fell on Mo Xuan. No one believed Yang Liufeng's words, and I believe Mo Xuan would not agree to such a request.
But Yang Zhihuan confidently said to Mo Xuan: "Brother Mo, there is an agreement between our families. You won't forget it, right?"
Under everyone's gaze, Mo Xuan finally spoke.
"Mo Qing, go on the field and spar with him. Remember, you don't have to hold back. His strength is far superior to yours. You can achieve whatever level you can. This is very important!"
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